i've been pretty into william blake painting's for a little while now and also with the thought of the devil. this concept of the devil has been following me around for a while and it's thematic part of reality that i think a lot of people religious and not face. the concept that either there is a devil; an evil being that possess all the worst qualities of the world and especially of humanity. than there is the idea that the devil or at least the concept for it; lives inside all of us and is shown through us provoked by some act.
i guess since this has been on my mind for a while william blake's paitings really reach to me because a lot of them reflect coming face to face with your devil. and if he or she does not dwell in the bowels of some hell, than it is for sure a relevant construction of the mind because it is reveled some way some how to all of us at some point.
blake was also known for often accounting the images of his paintings from visions he experienced throughout his life. of course, he was also a pretty great poet too.
The Little Vagabond
Dear mother, dear mother, the church is cold,
But the ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm;
Besides I can tell where I am used well,
Such usage in Heaven will never do well.
driving alone across thew country has brought a lot of ideas into my head and i want to describe them while i still remember them.
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